checking windows [...] dreaming of sunlight

✯ — honestly, it's just me, brainlessly, so silly, always hoping for good to be

The lion was, she realized, the sudden source of light she'd seen earlier.  All wispy and... Well, it gave her a very Jedi-like impression, even if he had not been wearing the robes.  The thought of him being a Force-ghost of all things... It brought a small frown onto her face.  She had been... Rather cut off, lately, from the Force.  Her senses were what was considered normal now, and she could no longer feel everyone's presences, or move things with her mind.  No visions or premonitions - not that was something she truly missed or had too many before.

Even if she had not been cut off... She probably would've felt cut off. Far away from it all.  Perhaps she was never meant to be any kind of Jedi.  What good had it done her, truly?

So she frowned for a moment, brows creasing as she pondered just what the ghost of a Jedi of all things was doing out here, in the Ascendants, before turning her tired eye on the second arrival.  So, she had a kitten to keep track of.  The Halo did not mind; children were one of her soft spots.  "T-that's right," she murmured, offering a small smile.  "I t-think we still have... T-two others... Th-then we can get started." Though there was not much hope.

"O-oh 'm Lessa... B-by the way," she added softly, one of her torn ears flicking.  Since she had ran into neither prior, she assumed they might not know who she was.  Mostly, she wanted the younger feline to be comfortable; it was probably a little scary working with unfamiliar faces, especially in the dark.  Lessa could certainly understand that. "'m o-one of your Halos."
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: lowercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px cornflowerblue; font-size: 12px;"]— lessa ren solo ✯

#psychosocial.